Steel Soviet Union

If Wittmann hadn't brought it up at the right time, Enschel would have forgotten about it.

After all, the number of prisoners with more than a thousand people is not a small number. Taking so many prisoners on the march will definitely cause trouble for themselves.

Not to mention anything else, those Allied planes in the sky can definitely be seen as long as the pilots are not blind. After seeing so many of our own people being captured, it would be a bit unreasonable to remain indifferent.

By then, both Enschel and Wittmann could guess what would happen.

Those Allied fighter planes buzzing everywhere will definitely drop dense machine gun barrages, air-launched rockets, and aerial bombs all on their heads.

There may be Yankee prisoners of war accidentally injured, but our own losses will definitely be greater. This kind of highly targeted air strike can easily end up with heavy casualties and corpses everywhere. What's even worse is that these Allied aircraft will definitely call more companions to carry out air strikes together. If it really comes to this At that time, everything was over, and there was no place to even buy the medicine for regret.

Thinking of these horrific funeral events, Enschel realized that he could not just take these American dragsters on the road casually, and suddenly a fierce look appeared on his face. After a brief hesitation, he turned to a determined look towards Weiter. Man spoke.

"No one knows anyway, why not just deal with all these Americans on the spot!"

"The fighting will of these bastards is quite good. You must know that they are a force that has just entered the battlefield. If they fight a few more battles and temper themselves, I don't know what kind of terrifying combat effectiveness they will have."

"The prisoners' confessions have already mentioned that they are the aces of the US Army. What's the name of the Big Red Division? Who cares, releasing them on the spot is definitely the worst option. Sooner or later these people will run back and join us on the battlefield again. When we meet, it’s hard to say what the outcome will be.”

Mass killing of prisoners was nothing new for the German army, especially the SS.

On the Eastern Front battlefield, the German army, which shot political commissars when they caught them, no longer knew how many prisoners they had executed. For those Red Army troops who were tenacious in fighting and resisted desperately, it was not uncommon to see large-scale killings of prisoners after victory. The SS alone discovered hundreds of cases, both large and small, but both the chicken farmers and the mustaches took an indifferent attitude towards them.

You don't have to kill as much or as little as you want. The power of life and death is entirely decided by the front-line SS troops.

This was true for the captured regular field troops of the Red Army, not to mention the guerrillas caught by the SS. Hanging from electric poles or hanging in public was the final fate of most of them, and even had them in their necks. A wooden sign with harsh words was hung up and the body was not allowed to be collected until it decomposed.

Wittmann and Enschel had already heard about such actions and deeds, but neither Enschel nor Wittmann had ever personally issued such an order to their troops as commanders before. Order to slaughter prisoners.

So even though Enschel looked fierce and tried to appear more determined, Wittmann could already detect the wavering in his good brother's eyes. He still did not dare to make a decisive decision and order the immediate slaughter of the prisoners. There is still the last trace of hesitation.

"You know this is wrong, Enschel. We are soldiers fighting for the Führer, not butchers who slaughter prisoners like pigs in a slaughterhouse."

Enschel did not refute Wittmann's words on the spot, which can be regarded as a considerable degree of recognition.

But Enschel had his own reasons in his heart. He wanted to do this out of necessity, which was different from those perverted second-line security SS troops who were addicted to killing.

"Then tell me, what should we do if we don't get rid of these Americans? We can't take them away, and letting them go will cause trouble for ourselves. What else can we do?"

""

Enschel's words stopped Wittmann. As he said, this is indeed a dead end that cannot be solved at all.

"Are we really going to do this? They have already surrendered as a soldier. This is more than a thousand lives! Just imagine if we were captured and learned that we were about to be killed in such a desperate situation. What kind of scene is it? I don’t sympathize with our enemies, but it is morally untenable for us to do this from the beginning, and this should not be the reason.”

"Morality? When has this happened, do you still believe in these fallacies? If we were moral, we shouldn't even launch a war to invade Russia. We are just a bunch of criminal invaders who have nothing to do with morality! If we don't kill all these Americans Man, what can we do?”

Without being interrupted by Wittmann, Enschel, who had reached the climax of his speech, suddenly stopped on his own and stopped speaking.

Wittmann certainly knew the reason for this. If Enschel really didn't have any struggle in his heart, he wouldn't be struggling with such trivial matters like he is now. This was not his past behavior style.

"Let me think about it again, just a minute or two. Let me think about it carefully."

Why--

Wittmann sighed softly and was unable to say anything more. He then took out the cigarette case from his pocket, took out one of the cigarettes, lit it, and started smoking on his own. He also needed some time to think carefully. Countermeasures.

It was at this moment that a figure who had approached Enschel and Wittmann suddenly appeared in front of Enschel and Wittmann. Without them noticing, they both looked aside and began to report.

"The troops have been assembled and my men are on standby. When will we set off?"

Wittmann followed the other side where the sound came from and turned his head to see that the person coming was the infantry company commander who had accompanied him in the battle just now.

"We still need some time to discuss the details of the retreat, which will be done soon. You go down first, Hank, I will contact you when we set off, so that your people will be ready at all times. This will not take long. "

Before Wittmann could say anything, Enschel, who also had a cigarette in his hand, took the lead and gave the order to the SS infantry company commander named Hank.

As for Hank, there was no too complicated response. After a simple salute, he turned around and left with his gun in hand. Two large 45-size army boots under his feet made a heavy sound on the floor. Without the slightest confusion.

The brief arrival of the SS company commander was just a brief interlude. Enschel and Wittmann's main energy was still focused on thinking hard about the troublesome matter at hand.

It's just that neither Wittmann nor Enschel noticed a detail that is extremely easy to ignore: Hank's footsteps were so loud when he left, why didn't he make any sound when he came? When did he enter this house?